27 February 2010
23 February 2010
So last weekend her studio had their recital at the University. On STAGE with all of the other student's families and friends eyeballing her! Whereas I, her fraidy cat 40 year old mom would be unconscious, absent or projectile vomiting, she acknowledges that she's nervous and still wants to get on stage to entertain the crowd. When she started playing her song, she enthusiastically played (forte, right?) the first few notes from the wrong song. Instead of packing up her book and fleeing the stage, she laughed at herself, focused and began playing the right song...really well. So proud of her!
Earlier that day her basketball team had their first game of the season. They got skunked by this team (who I'm told has been together for 4 years!), 36-0. It was one of those hard to watch games with the grandparents yelling at the ref to give the kids a break while the parents are consoling each other and speculating on whether the taller 3 girls are over the age limit, etc, etc, etc. Emi didn't let that bum her out, she had fun and yes, it sucks to lose, but she and her team played well. This is the 2nd season they'd played together and the 2 star seasoned players they had last season, moved up (as I suspect those 3 girls on the opposing team should have) so they are just learning to be a team.
Fast forward 6 days to the 2nd basketball game. Sitting there in the stands (I know, that sounds weird to me too!) before the game Scott commented that he should have worked with Emi more on shooting. We worry that the girls will have their butts handed to them again and secretly size up the opponents. This is a new team and their male coaches are in suits and carrying clipboards. What is this the WNBA? Our lady coach leads our team by herself...she signed up last season to help and ended up becoming the coach. She gives the girls their pep talk after they warm up and the game begins. This new team isn't as skilled but they are hungry and they are the first to score a point. We get a little nervous but then our sweet little girl ("Baby Shaq" one player's daddy has dubbed her) gets the ball and tries to score: she shoots, she misses, she rebounds 4 more times until she finally scores! The crowd goes wild (ok so we were already a little wild). When my little girl looked up at us in the stands we definitely saw the eye of the tiger. This sort of behavior happened several more times and Scott told me that she got a "double-double" (double digit points and assists). Wow!
And to top it off, she scored the last point at the buzzer! My daughter rawks! On the way home from the game she talked about getting a scholarship in basketball. Now you're talking!
21 February 2010
Emi stamping another scout's passport..
It was a long weekend of scouting activities (not to mention family visits)...more pics posted here.
20 February 2010
19 February 2010
16 February 2010
The 5 signs were (from the MSN Health and Fitness article "5 Surprising Signs You're Sleep Deprived"
1. You're flummoxed by even simple decisions (check)
2. You've been eating all day, and you're still hungry! (CHECK)
3. You keep coming down with colds (check - I presently have a head cold!)
4. The ballads on American Idol move you to tears (check - Emi pointed out last week that I cry when anyone sings...)
5. You've become a klutz (check... wait, I have ALWAYS been a klutz!)
"Don't automatically chalk up your sudden weepiness to PMS: Without sleep, you are more emotionally volatile. In one brain-imaging study, for example, people who missed a night of sleep and viewed disturbing images had 60 percent more activity in the amygdala, which is involved in processing fear and anxiety, compared with better-rested volunteers. The study also found that the sleepy volunteers' amygdala communicated less with the part of the brain that determines appropriate emotional responses, suggesting that they weren't doing a good job of tempering their emotions."
14 February 2010
12 February 2010
They were staying at and practicing in the hotel I stayed at 4 years ago for a conference. The camera man would zoom in on a group fighting over the choreography and I'm looking to see if that's where we had the e-mail kiosks set up that year. When they kept showing the big guy on the balcony listening to his wife deliver their first child, I was straining to see the mall BEHIND him. I'll tell you what, that made this episode of AI much more tolerable...
|Oh just casually posing in my conference bowling shirt by the pool...|
11 February 2010
09 February 2010
Our concern is that she will feel rejected when all the information snaps into place. That thought has kept me awake some nights. Today I found a picture of BF online and it was an emotional experience for both Scott and I to see our daughter's eyes, nose and forehead on a complete stranger.
Her birth story begins with us. We met her Birth Mom 16 days before she was born. She had 2 daughters at home and couldn't care for another child so she visited the adoption agency and picked us to raise her baby. We explained that God brought us all together. We talk about her BM going into labor and us being nervous in the delivery room and trying to figure out a name for a boy just in case (because we didn't know if she was a boy or a girl!!) [Note: The name "Emmitt" was actually on the table before "EMI" came out!]. She knows Daddy cut her umbilical cord and then we brought her home the next day. She knows we freaked out at being responsible for a little baby. She knows she slept on my chest while I worked from home for 3 mos. All good details that she loves to hear about...and that put a smile on her face. She is LOVED and she knows it and she feels it from her birth family and her adopted family as well as many of our friends and people who hear our story.
My point is: Emi knows a LOT about adoption. She has a friend at school who is adopted (she's black and her adoptive parents are white) so it's not a foreign concept at all. We've read books about adoption and fielded questions from long ago preschoolers who wondered why her skin was black and mine was not. And we even experienced a failed adoption 4 years ago....but once again, in that attempt, we only dealt with the Birth Mom side of the family. Of course Emi does know that her almost sister is with her Birth Father so this concept is something she is familiar with even if we've not discussed it. She seems to feel quite comfortable in talking about adoption and her Birth Mom and also brags to her friends that she has 2 sisters, and another who died when she was a baby. We visit her BM and her sisters and the term "Birth Father" doesn't come up (to our knowledge) because her sisters' BF is not around.
All signs are pointing to us to broach the subject of BF and the "Birds/Bees Lite" discussion with her soon so that she can develop properly into a mature, loving young woman with high self-esteem. One major sign has been Emi's size. She's a big girl (tallest in her class) who will probably be an early bloomer (according to her pediatrician). So last month I was talking with her BM and told her that Emi's ped thinks she will hit puberty within the next 2 years (God help me) and that one effect of early puberty was that growing tall stops when menstruation begins (I know ALL about that!) and that Emi will probably only be about as tall as me (I don't know about THAT!). We were discussing this in the room where Emi and her sisters were playing, and her BM said that she thought Emi would be taller because her "daddy" and his family are tall. Emi didn't acknowledge this comment but I am sure she heard. Not sure what she thought of it. Maybe she thought her BM was talking about Scott. Later on I told her BM of our concerns about Emi feeling rejected and that we might have her answer some questions that Emi will have because we don't know many details of the BF. I am soooooooo glad that we are close to Emi's birth mom because she can see her sisters and extended family and know her roots and heritage.
So I figured that we should probably have a book on hand to reference and give us the[Editor's note: Why is IT that "consternation" was the first word that came to mind here and when I look it up it's SO not what I want(ed)? a sudden, alarming amazement or dread that results in utter confusion; dismay.] fortitude [–noun mental and emotional strength in facing difficulty, adversity, danger, or temptation courageously] we need. Or maybe something to look at so that she doesn't see the tears in our eyes. Dr. Google pointed me to Amazon.com for some good "birds/bees" books and when I went to purchase the first (I will probably get two minimum.) the books on the suggestion page were a little surprising. (Click the image below and look at the bottom center suggested book.)
What do you think? [Not sure we are ready to discuss sex AND drugs at the same time!]
I ended up purchasing It's Not the Stork: A Book About Girls, Boys, Babies, Bodies, Families and Friends and The Care and Keeping of You: The Body Book for Girls and A Wrinkle in Time. That last book was not related to the topic at hand but it came recommended by another Syster last year for recommended reading for little girls.
06 February 2010
|Jar of Yumminess|
02 February 2010